From the ground and the running waters

Clay is made.

From the ground and the running waters

A man is formed.

With delicate, yet sharp features

All in gray.

Streaming strokes of hair

From his face stray.

I try to form his strength

In his body, yet not apart

From his inner

fragile heart.

He is beauty,

Many come to adore.

From the earth he was made,

But by me he was born.